Black Heart ( ON GOING)

Chapter 1

Iris pov:

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"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! My phone buzzes because of my alarm. I don't want to wake up. I hate mornings – if you didn't get that – and maybe the fact that I was born at night does not help. But anyway, after getting up, I just wash my face and begin to do some light makeup: just mascara, blush, and some lipstick. And no, I am not being the type of girl who says, 'I don't need makeup,' but I just can't get myself to do much in the morning.

I feel like something's going to happen today, but I don't know if it's positive or negative. I push those thoughts out of my head and get dressed with basic jeans and a black top to go to school. I'm already graduating, but I have to go to school to have some semblance of normalcy in my life. I know that teenagers my age hate school, but I find it interesting (not the classes, of course), but the drama. And I love seeing my friends every day.

I wake up, but I feel a sharp pain at my ribs from yesterday's beating. You already know that a badass girl like me isn't perfect. Well, to add some spice to my life, I have a step-father who constantly abuses me. Even when I do something right, for some reason, he hates me. I don't know why, and honestly, I don't give a damn. In a week, I am turning 18. Yay, I am finally going to get the hell out of this hellhole, and I am going to kill my stepfather in the process. The only reason why I haven't killed him yet is because I don't want to end up in another stepfamily.

When I reach downstairs, I see the living room empty. I feel relieved; I really didn't want to see him this morning. I go to the kitchen, grab a cereal bar, and make my way to my car, my baby – a forest green Porsche Cayenne, my baby.

I do not park my car in front of the house because my step-dad doesn't know what I do, and I don't have any intention of letting him know that I am an assassin. So, I park my baby a few meters away from my little house.

Twenty minutes later, I park my car at school and go to my first class, but I am ten minutes late. Do I give a damn? Absolutely not. But Mr. Pierre is going to be mad once again. Do I care? Absolutely not. I enter the class anyway, without minding the teacher who was glaring at me.

Mr. Pierre clears his throat, and I turn around. 'Oh, good morning, PP' (Paul Pierre, first name basis, you know). 'Don't you have something to say?' I wonder what he's on about. Oh yeah, I was late. 'Well, you see, I was wondering if I should come to class today or not. Then I thought, why not grace your day with my presence?' PP sighs. 'Don't be late next time, please, Miss Smith.' 'I don't promise anything,' and with that, I sit in my usual seat.

Forty minutes later,

'Miss Smith is called to the principal's office. Miss Smith is called to the principal's office. Thank you.' What did I do this time? I mean, I did punch this guy yesterday because he touched me without my consent. He may have a broken nose, but still, it was his fault. He didn't have to touch me without asking first. Obviously, he didn't do much; he just grabbed my shoulder, but still. When I reach the principal's office, I enter without knocking. This office is basically my second home. I'm greeted by Mr. Harris, the principal. When I turn my head, I see six men in suits. Harris probably has bodyguards. Who am I kidding? What would he need bodyguards for? But something doesn't feel right. I sit in the chair in front of Mr. Harris's desk.

'Hi Jake, what can I help you with on this fine morning?' I ask. 'Well, first of all, care to elaborate why you punched Logan yesterday?' 'You see, I was walking in the corridor to go to my next class, like the model student I am (note the sarcasm), and this guy came up to me. He was like, "Oh, I could fuck you anytime I want." Blah blah blah, bullshit. And then he grabbed my shoulder when I had my back turned because I don't care for his bullshit, obviously. So he grabbed my shoulder to stop me. So, be grateful the guy is not six feet under.' I conclude. 'Well, I will talk to him after.' 'Okay, hum. Is that what you called me for, or do you have something else to tell me? Nice bodyguards, by the way. If they are bodyguards, I don't see why you would need them.' 'Actually, there's something else I need to tell you. I'm sorry to tell you that your step-dad died this morning...'

Numb. I don't feel anything. I mean, I shouldn't feel anything, right? This bastard abused me for six years. Should I cry because he's dead? Nah, thanks. I am pissed. I didn't kill him. My plan has failed. Sadly, I don't know what's going to happen to me now. I should probably ask, right?

I hear someone clear his throat, and I see that Jake is staring at me. 'So, do I go to foster care, or can I be on my own, since my birthday is in a week?' 'You're not going to foster care, Iris, but you're not going to be on your own,' he said. 'Care to elaborate? You're losing me, Jake.' This guy is losing his mind. 'Since your step-father died, we did a DNA test and found out that you have your biological family who is willing to take custody of you.' I laugh like a mad person. After about five minutes, I stop. 'So, what you're basically saying is that dead people are willing to take me? I know you're old, but I didn't know you were crazy.' 'I am not crazy, Iris. The people behind you are actually your father and your brothers...' When I turn around, I see the six men you mentioned earlier. I'm not going to lie; I forgot about them. 'Hello, bambina.' (Baby in Italian)"A/N :

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